Electrochemistry
- conversations
- 193
- Locations
- 14
Description
COOL FOR: HIGH-FLIERS. PARTY ENTHUSIASTS. COPS WHO NEED LIGHTNING.
Electrochemistry is the animal within you, the beast longing to be unleashed to indulge and enjoy. It enables you to take drugs with fewer negative side-effects. It also enables you to better investigate lurid matters – if you need to understand a chemical breakdown, or talk to someone blasted out of their mind, or understand sexual dynamics, Electrochemistry is there to guide you.
At high levels, Electrochemistry makes you a man of unrestrained pleasure – an unrepentant lothario who leers at people with a bottle of speed and a plastic bendy straw in either hand. But with a low Electrochemistry, you’ll be too innocent to be effective. Without a working knowledge of drugs and sex, the city will be difficult to understand.
Where
14Tasks
129- The pissing competition
- Find the bullet before you get fooled
- Ask the pétanque player about may bells
- Ask René about the photo
- Find the armoured gloves
- Get yourself organised
- Take on la responsibilité
- Become a man of plenty
- Talk to Garte, Lieutenant Love
- Where is the rest of the armour?
- Inspect the traps
- Return to the dead body with Kim
- What happened to the previous forewoman?
- Find the Insulindian Phasmid
- Find booze and drink it
- Getting the body down
- Find working class husband
- The Jam Mystery
Dialogue
193- The air outside is brisk, the lieutenant is silent for a moment. He listens to the…
- The cabinet is cleaned out, emptied.
- Hey, psst...
- What's this? We're getting reports of normal, reasonable, temperate political opinions…
- "Always a pleasure to see an officer of the law!"
- "Think you can hang our brother and then just fucking talk your way out of it?" His eyes…
- The motor carriage looks very sad sitting all alone in the ice.
- The scaffolding around the old monument has been taken down. In its place are the spoils…
- "I have nothing to say to you. Get out of my sight."
- The ageing alcoholic is still there, breathing... The air in the room is stale.
- "Don't call... don't call her..." The drunk man speaks in his sleep. Drool dribbles from…
- "The legend returns. You know the deal, legend-man. Smokes are smokey, pilsner... gets…
- The woman stands, slumped. She looks catatonic under her mountain of RCM paraphernalia…
- "Hello! Isn't this a fine morning?" He nods to you, smiling.
- Machine's keyboard is still illuminated, revealing virescent PLAY and PRINT buttons.
- A metal payphone under a yellow plastic dome. There's a bitter, caustic taste on the tip…
- "Oh hey, wey. There's coffee in the back... Oh, wait, I meant the Mother's love."
- "Yes, what is it?" She doesn't look up from the keyboard.